In the quiet of night, between diary's ink and dreams, Thoughts dance softly in the moon's silvery beams. Reflections penned in the pages, a tale untold, Two hours unfold, a story of secrets to hold.
You're weaving tales, a web so tight, But I'll break free into the light. Your words may sting, but I won't break, In my reality, I'll make no mistake.
She is the one I turn to, Everytime I am in trouble... She is the reason my fears are half and joys double... She protects me from mom and dad Then blackmails me with tha same..... She is someone i hate to love and love to hate